Post by akira on Oct 13, 2011 9:54:58 GMT
Oh, lie to me, it's the new poetry
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Akira • Taka • Naozumi
Age »» Appears to be Seventeen to Nineteen ;; actually around 65
Gender »» Male
Species »» Werewolf [full] ;; Rebel
Sexuality »» Bisexual [leans more to other males]
Occupation »» A waiter for a Cafe // Technology repair
Face Claim »» .Hack//GU - Haseo
Powers »»
For a sacrafice in power [for terms of a werewolf], Akira has more speed - per usual standards. But he doesn't see this as a disadvantage. More speed enables you to deal more blows, if you so wish, even if they aren't as strong - damage piles up. Like other werewolves, he too can shapeshift at will to the form of a wolf - a war form... this comes along with the other abilities known to his kind - such as healing spittle in human form, Venomous fangs, largely improved hearing and vision [including vision in the dark] and the ability to shift a human to a werewolf. Not only does the boy collect blades, but he knows how to use them as well. From throwing blades [though his accuracy needs work] to long blades - the boy is unable to use great swords, they're too bulky and heavy for him. Despite the ability to use a range of size of blades - as most swordsmen are able to do - he prefers to stick with what he's best at, two short blades. He seems to have somewhat of a fascination with guns, but would rather handle a blade over one.
Despite his lack of strength, he still displays a greater amount of power over that of a normal human, and is able to use both his greater strength and speed in his human form, though they are somewhat limited compared to that of his war form. Along with this, he's got the ability to heal faster than humans, which leads him to crawl off to be alone after wounded, tending to his own wounds to heal, even daring to call into work for extended periods of time until he feels he's fit to go out once more.
Though not a power as much as a skill, as it's something anyone could learn, Akira knows of and believes in the energy called aura - or the energy field that surrounds living beings. Each color in an aura represents different traits and aspects of that person or thing - and how he sees an aura depends on the individual... though, the boy hasn't, and more likely, won't be able to see that deeply into aura. At the present time, he can only see the different colors which represent major emotions such as sadness, anger, fear or love.
The boy doesn't seem to be effected by the musky scents of a female in heat...perhaps because of his sexuality and his preference to males over females. More often than not, it seems to make him back off, the smell not quite appealing to him.
Appearance »»
Reaching a height of 5'9" and a weight of 130, Akira is fairly short and skinny, albeit well built. Akira is built up well, muscular not only from training, but helping the people around his large estate -- Mostly heaving the things his father demanded moved from one area to the next. His hair is short, layered and straight, few of the strands falling below his chin in length. Its color is an unusual shade of silver and parts toward the middle of his forehead, falling to frame his face. His eyes, like his hair, are a silvery-grey, but his left eye holds a secret. Under a silver contact lens he wears to appear normal, his eye is a deep red, the iris disfigured due to his gene from his mother, who had eyes of a similar color. Under and above the same, disfigured eye, Akira has a thin red tattoo that his father gave him when he was Thirteen, starting at a pentacle on his forehead, to drag down to his jaw. If one were to look closely at his mouth in human form, they'd be able to notice the somewhat more prominent and sharper canines than those of a human.
His attire seems to lean more to the punk side of fashion, the base being tighter pants with boots that zip up the front - a white button up shirt with some form of vest over the top - the style and color tends to depend on his mood for the day. Other attire consists of a simple pair of sneakers, jeans and a loose T-Shirt, on occasion, added with a baggy sweater for comfort. He is never seen without wearing his white gloves... no matter what he's wearing or if it's formal or informal. It's something he refuses to leave the house or even have company over without.
In his war form, his fur is as silvery-white as his hair. He seems to have no deformities on his being, despite the red mark over his eye seeming a bit like a scar in this form, standing out easily against his light pelt. He seems to have something resembling a harness, which holds a single blade for him to wield in this form, a long blade - much easier to handle.
It's the language that we speak
Likes »»
»» Playing Guitar//Violin ;; Singing
»» Cooking
»» Technology -- Boy is a computer geek
»» Tea -- lots and lots of tea
»» Puzzles -- Boy has Rubiks Complex
»» Sharp, pointy objects [he collects blades when he can]
»» Fire -- he seems to be a pyro
»» Music of nearly every form ;; except country
»» Spicy foods moreso than non-spicy... even though he loves food in general.
»» Heavy, HEAVY bass in his music - he's the type to simpy go for a drive to hear the subwoofer booming in his car
»» The night sky ;; he loves to gaze at the stars
Dislikes »»
»» Crowds ;; Groups of more than 10 -- he's a fear of them
»» Country music
»» Insects inside his home
»» His home being messy -- he's a bit of a neat freak
»» Oranges ;; though he likes orange juice
»» His nightmares
»» His father
»» People with no sense of personal space
»» The sun ;; It's too bright
Goals »»
»» To win over his father in a fang to fang fight one day
»» Become the best techie he can be
»» Get over his stage fright and his fear of preforming infront of others and become known, at least somewhat, for his musical talents
Habits »»
»» Has a tendency to let his emotions take over that effect his decisions/reactions.
»» Keeps his problems to himself; Can't and won't confide in others
»» Gambling ;; Playing cards -- boy loves poker.
»» Staying to himself ;; Boy is distrustful and prefers to be alone
»» Extremely conscious about the Pentacle mark over his eye -- will look away or become hostile if he thinks people are staring at it or making fun of it.
»» Bluffing and lying
Phobias »»
»» Has a fear of sleep due to often having nightmares -- thus giving the boy a case of insomnia over the years
»» Being rejected -- he doesn't handle it well.
Overall Personality »»
Ten minutes in deep conversation with him will tell you absolutely nothing about who he really is. Truth be told, Akira chooses who he wants to know him. He wears a mask for strangers, which is his way of keeping people from getting close to him, while also hiding the true intentions. One of the characteristics that is most prominent in Aki is his determination. He's not one that gives up at anything, and follows his decisions till the end. He speaks his mind and takes actions that he deems fit for the situation, always thinking them through. He's got a keen investigation skill and his intelligence is far above the average. This, mixed with a perceptive and analytical mind, makes him quite cunning.
Akira makes a point in learning from every experience, be it a win or a loss. He refuses brood and live in the past, keeping his heart set on the future. No matter how hard to climb is the next obstacle or how far he's fallen, Akira always goes on. Despite all this, he often is regarded as a cold, smug, arrogant, manipulative man, although he is far from it. Aki has a habit of procrastinating – a lot. Though, when he gets to the job, he does it, and he does it well.
What is most interesting about him, is perhaps the fact that he has Rubix Complex, or, in simpler terms, an obsession with solving puzzles. He enjoys meeting mysterious people and piecing together who they are, bit by bit, picking them apart to find out just what they are about. Building on this, when meeting others he quickly assesses the person by reading their aura - the energy field that surrounds living beings. Each color in an aura represents different traits and aspects of that person or thing - and how he sees an aura depends on the individual... though, the boy hasn't, and more likely, won't be able to see that deeply into aura. At the present time, he can only see the different colors which represent major emotions such as sadness, anger, fear or love.
He believes that we've all been trained not to "see" things in our lives, but not Auras, as they can be seen, by some, as an evil thing. He spent many years working on trying to see them, generally focusing on the other students or coworkers. This though, is a skill that he keeps to himself, not wanting anyone else to know that he can see such things if he focuses. This, mixed with his Rubik's complex, tends to be a double edged blade. He's addicted to puzzles, and when a certain aura comes up that interests him, he finds himself compelled to figure out why the person feels as such... and despite the fact that he wishes to be left alone, will try to become close with said person to accomplish this. Because of the boredom of his father, he learned to play cards and gamble at a very young age. He also learned how to cheat and win through deception and doesn't hesitate to use these tactics whenever necessary, especially if it means it can help him to win since he's not the strongest fighter in the world. In fact, he is quite proud of his talents. When it comes to fights, he prefers to try and tear and pick you apart mentally - A.K.A. - He loves to mind f***. Though, he won't hesitate to brawl if he must.
Though, this isn't all about the boy. He's got a strong love for music, to where his life nearly revolves around it - from listening to it nearly 24/7 to playing his own instrument, the guitar. Along with this, he enjoys singing - often coupling the two together, creating tunes of his own. He's not used to performing around others though, so if you want to hear him, be prepared to do a lot of persuading.
I've become numb
I've become numb
I've become numb
Mother »» Tanja Naozumi [deceased]
Father »» Cross Naozumi
Siblings »» Brother - Ryusei [believed to be deceased]
Pets »» Two Malamutes - Yuki and Hayate
History »»
Nightfall of the day that would change the Naozumi family forever brought with it a storm. Thunder and lightning clashed through the air as rain poured down from the sky above, pelting down on the large manor that held inside a woman screaming in pain, a man crouched over her, sweat dripping from his brow in worry and several maids, scurrying about in a panic. After hours and hours of a hard, torturous labor, it was finally time. The child was about to be born.
Little did anyone know the devastation the child would bring to the family in the next couple months, but at the time, nobody cared. The mother was happy to get the child out, the father was happy to have a son, and the maids were happy the whole ordeal was over. The child, a young boy with the lightest shade of white fuzz covering his head, was an odd child, but his family didn't care. He was theirs. To match his unique look, they gave him a unique name, Akira Taka Naozumi.
As the months progressed, Tanja fell increasingly ill from unknown circumstances. She hadn't been well since the birth of Akira, and Cross knew it had to be from complications due to the birthing. He fetched a doctor from the city a few hours away, urging them to come as quickly as they could. Upon their arrival, they began an inspection right away. Much to their dismay, they didn't find anything that could have been wrong with her except for some minor internal bleeding. Something that, at the time, they didn't see to be serious.
Well, they were wrong. It would be her undoing.
Two months later, days after Akira's 1rst birthday, Tanja passed away. When the doctors returned to conclude on what killed her, they found out that the birth of Akira had caused her to hemorrhage. They explained to Cross that the heavy blood loss had lead to hypovolemic shock, then to insufficient perfusion of vital organs and finally... death. Her way out of the world wasn't an easy one on her, and it wasn't easy on Cross either. He found himself wanting to blame the child, after all, if it weren't for him, he'd still have his beloved wife! ...But couldn't bring himself to say it to his face. Akira was all he had left, and he needed him to take over the company when he passed on – he couldn't drive him away with a few simple, harsh words that could ruin everything.
The company? Nothing too exciting, but it was a family corporation, one that had been passed down for generations - Naozumi industries. Their main export was computers and other minor technologies. Along with this, they specialized in repairing them as well – though it was enough to make the family wealthy.
Of course, Cross had his ideals pre-set. You see, Years before Akira was born, Cross and Tanja had their first child – a young boy named Ryusaki. In Cross's eyes, Ryu was perfect, everything he had hoped for in an heir to the company – he was smart, willing, gifted with working with technology, he strived to make everything he did perfect, was willing to work with his employees, spent hours at the company working to make himself a worthwhile addition and most of all, he was close to Cross, having a strong bond with his father.
But one day... he disappeared. Cross, in a panic, rushed his buisness to prepare them for his absence and left to find his son, nobody just disappeared like that after all... right? Moving out from their home in his car, he kept his eyes out for any sign of his son, searching everywhere he could think of. His search went on for days to no avail until he heard a horrid yelp, his own his ears pounding at the horrible sound. Turning to face the source of the noise, he felt his heart leap into his throat and a pain in his stomach that he just couldn't bear. Running toward him, was a very pained female German Shepherd, more horrible noises falling from her maw. He recognized this being... it was Ryu's dog. Something was very wrong, and he had a horrible feeling he knew what. A few feet away from him, the canine collapsed, and it was then that he got a good look at her. She was bloody and beaten, obviously having given a fight. Wait... a fight....
With a heavy heart, Cross knew what happened.
Ryusaki had been killed in a fight for domination.
With his memories of Ryu still burning brightly in Cross's mind, he formed an idea when looking down on the small boy before him who seemed so happy, the young boy who loved to run and explore, who seemed to have no fear. Cross made up his mind - he was going to push him. He was going to transform him into everything he wanted... he was going to create the perfect son in Aki. But as he grew, Akira slowly came to terms that he didnt wan't to run the company, and he had good reasons besides the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he just wasn't what Cross wanted him to be. His father wanted him to be a replica of Ryu, wanted him to be something he wasn't. But Akira never understood... Cross never told him about Ryusaki, never showed him an image or anything, he kept his brother a secret from him, and most likely, it would always remain that way.
Around the age of ten, Cross began to realize that Akira wouldn't be who he wanted him to be, but that didn't mean he would give up quite yet. It's not even that Aki wouldn't be what Cross wanted, the young boy just couldn't do it – his own personality was too complex to change, not even he did, or most likely ever would, understand it. Like any other child, Akira wanted his father to be proud of him, he wanted to do the right things that would gain positive attention from the man – so he strived to be the best he could be. But with Cross's realization, came disappointment, and with that disappointment, came the things that would change the child's life forever.
It all started when the man began to ignore Akira, giving the child less and less attention – something he craved. In turn, he did what he believed anyone else in his situation would, and looked for a way to grab the attention of his father, still loving him and believing that he held hope and love for him. Once he found something that gave him attention, good or bad, he took it and ran with it for as long as he could until Cross lost interest in it. Seeing the current solution dead, the boy moved onto the next thing he could think of. The cycle became vicious, taking him to more drastic and deeper methods – including one that, at the time, he found innocent. Being so young, he didn't know what he was doing was considered to be a bad thing. At the 'age' of thirteen, it finally hit him, and he felt disgusted with himself for the habit, and broke himself away from it – though it would leave him scarred for the rest of his life, causing him to wear white gloves – never removing them... It was then that the two began to clash more heavily, Views becoming different among many things... Akira wished to challenge his father to a fight... but he knew he was too young and inexperienced at the time and silently fell into waiting.
The 'surprise' under the gloves was one of two secrets the boy held – the other being a birth deformity, or so he thought it was. His left eye was given the color of his mothers iris, a deep, rich red, while the other was a greyish color. When he was younger, he never gave much care to this difference until he entered school, where the children teased him for it, despite the teacher telling him and the others that it was special and it made him unique. It was shortly after that that he began to wear a silver colored contact to make the eye match the other, giving him a more normal appearance. Though, normal was out of the question for the boy.
There was another major development to his being and personality at the 'age' of thirteen. Slowly, his attempts to try and gather his father's attention died down as he began to realize that Cross really didn't care – he wasn't what he wanted him to be, he couldn't be what he wanted him to be and thus didn't hold the amount of love that one should for their child. Though, Cross seemed to take notice in this and turned to his son, having taken the attempts in the wrong way, spoke cooly to his son “You want to stand out so badly, come... I'll give you exactly what you need.” Confused, Akira obeyed and followed his father, taking them to a strange building. Inside was horrible, the stench that of drugs and beer, loud music playing from one of the rooms, the walls painted with tribal decorations and the lighting a reddish color, giving the building a creepy feel. The boy didn't want to be here, he wanted nothing to do with this place.
But he was stuck.
Placing him on one of the many chairs, Cross smiled at one of the men in the room, a large, burly man, tattoos decorating his arms, dressed in ragged leathers – he looked like your typical biker thug. After exchanging a few words with the man, who nodded and turned to his desk, Cross returned to Akira's side, handing him a glass of water and a small container, giving him the command to take it and that he would be fine – he would appreciate what he was doing for him. Thinking that this might be what he needed to make the man finally appreciate him, Akira did what he was told – passing out minutes later. When he awoke, he was back home, in his own bed, a bandage over the left side of his face. Curious, he slowly got out of bed and moved toward the mirror in his room, removing the bandage to find the red penticle mark on his forehead, stretching down the side of his face. With eyes narrowing, he couldn't help but to stare at the mark with question and awe. What did this have to do with anything... why would Cross give this to him...? The older he got, the more he began to hate and grow concious of the mark. While some people seemed to find it as a cool thing, he didn't think so at all. But this opinion was never voiced to his father – especially when he saw the smile on the mans face every time he saw the mark.
Due to the desires that his father still held for him later in his life, Akira was sent through intense schooling when he reached the appropriate age, AP classes across the board, and was expected to make THE grade. Needless to say, he found his life to be stressful. After the age of ten, he had no chance to be a child, no play time, little to no friends – not that anyone wanted to be friends with the 'outcast' anyway, and no hobbies - other than his music and puzzles. He had managed to purchase a guitar with the money he had saved up from the small paycheck that his father gave him for his work at the company and slowly learned to play. It wasn't something that his father exactly frowned upon, but he was the type to say that he could be doing other, more productive things.
But Akira couldnt care less about what Cross thought.. He needed something to hold onto the little bits of sanity he felt he had left, and truthfully... nobody could blame the kid. Even Cross's employees thought that Akira wasnt... right, for a kid. When his father brought him to the company to take tours, show him the ropes and get him aquainted with the employees, he was always distanced. He rarely made eye contact with anyone, rather looking at their shoulders or somewhere else on their body. Whereas it made them feel uncomfortable at times, Akira found it fascinating. He could see colors around them, although minor, and he found that if he concentrated on them, they would grow bolder. After researching this, he found that these were what was referred to as Aura's, and they could seemingly tell one person quite a bit about them.
With a new hobby, Akira found a way to distance himself from others even more, if he didn't like the color of the aura he saw, he would cast the person aside, avoid them and move on, and if he found one that interested or confused him, his Rubix Cube Complex kicked in, pushing him to find out more about the person. This wasn't the only time his complex kicked in no, and it was another reason why people found the boy so odd. He had a habit of carrying puzzles around with him – his favorite, a Rubik's cube, one that he has never let go. Although he mainly did this because he found himself compelled to continuously solve them, he found them an excellent excuse to be by himself.
Despite the fact that Cross hated his son's obsession with puzzles, he found himself thankful for the complex at times, and one could easily see why. If there was something that was too complicated for anyone at Naozumi Industries to fix or put together, it seemed to be no problem for the boy after awile, his complex driving him to hack at the problem with little to no sleep and food until he fixed it. It was one thing that he did enjoy about his son.
Shortly after his Nineteenth Birthday, well after he was out of school, his father gave Akira a full time job at his own industry. He wanted the boy to become even more familiar with the corporation since he had no choice anyway. Proud of who he was or not, Akira was the rightful heir, and he couldn't go back on Tanja's wishes, he wouldn't. Despite that she was deceased, Cross still loved her. And, even though he wasn't too thrilled about it, Akira did so. Two months after he started, his father already had him in a managing position, consuming more and more of his time, involving him with more and more people. This was something he couldn't stand. This is not what he wanted.
When the Alpha was overthrown, the throne taken over by Zane -- Akira found his way out. Cross found loyalty with Zane, offering his technologies and services to the man... and urged Akira to join him. Akira found himself to love the old alpha, to even admire him... and with this, found he couldn't follow his father's wishes anymore, he couldn't even tolerate them as he had for so many years. Breaking away, Akira ran from his home, despite his farily 'young' teen age and settled on his own, with two canines as his companions, he waits for the opportunity to challenge his father while following the rebels and their goals to bring life back to normal.
